The next morning Olivia woke up, she wanted to punch herself in the face for what happened last night. Not that it wasn't absolutely the most sexually aroused she'd ever been. It was highly exhilarating, the adrenaline she felt pulsing throughout her body at the feeling of his lips on her skin was indescribable. She couldn't believe she was that whipped over someone she hadn't even kissed as yet. Last night was the most daring she'd ever been in a long time. It felt good to slowly climb out of the shell her father had built around her, she loved who she was becoming, save the falling for a married man part. Fitz was amazing, that's what made it such a struggle for her. This amazing man, who she was completely and utterly infatuated with, after having only known him week was married. She didn't know what to feel about that. Should she talk to him about it? Should she just ignore it? What if people found out? Then she scolded herself for jumping the gun, they hadn't even had sex yet, they were just 'friends'.
"What was there to find out?" she thought to herself.
She tried to clear her thoughts, as much as was possible for her ever active imagination and got out of bed.
She headed the bathroom and brushed her teeth and washed her face. She didn't know what time Fitz left last night, she only knew that she fell asleep on the couch and woke up on her bed. He must've carried her, if she had woken up and walked to her bed herself she would've remembered. She put it on her mental to do list to scolded him for carrying her after he'd been out the hospital for only 5 days. Then she thought back to last night and scolded herself for almost having sex with him in his condition. He absolutely shouldn't be exerting himself so soon after leaving the hospital. She knew what she had to do, she wasn't sure how he would react but she would have to do it nonetheless. As his doctor, last night she went to far and she couldn't let it happen again. She drank some tea and spent a few minutes preparing herself mentally for her day. At around 11 am, she called Dr. Manu to confirm that she could perform the necessary surgery. Dr. Manu implored her to make the trip out to California as soon as possible. She promised to fly out the next morning to begin examining her patient.
She spent most of the day prepping for the surgeries. She called her good friend Baron Daniel Benancourt, who ran the particle accelerator lab in France and told him to begin prepping for the sample she would send in a few days. She worked extensively with Daniel while developing her stem cell theory. They had a brief romance of mutual benefit for a short time until she returned back the U.S to finish her research. They kept in touch as friends and nothing else even though Daniel had wanted more than friendship. He was a Baron, a very rich one but she wasn't interested in him beyond working together on the particle accelerator.
She spent most of her day on the phone with either her office, Harrison or the UCSF hospital working out the details of the procedure.
The minute Fitz reached the Oval Office in the morning, he called his lawyer. After Olivia had given him a proper run down of Cyrus, Mellie and Gerry last week, the day he came from the hospital he reach out and explained to him how imperative it was that they work out the minutiae of his divorce proposal for Mellie. He'd been talking to his lawyer for months before the shooting hypothetically going over a divorce agreement but this time he was serious. He'd always wanted a divorce but after he brought it up a couple times and was completely shut down, he gave up at least that's what he had Mellie, Cyrus and Gerry thinking. It wasn't until he laid eyes on Olivia that he had made up his mind that come hell or high water, he was getting his divorce. He didn't know if it was superficial for him to completely fall for Olivia the moment he laid eyes on her. It wasn't because of her looks, she had an aura about her that attracted him like his own strand of crack. Everything about her was perfect, her curve of her lip when she smiled, the way she tilted her head to the side when she was confused. He couldn't find a single flaw. He'd never been in love before, he didn't know if that's what was happening. Had he fallen in love with her after being with her for just a week? Maybe that was why he couldn't stop thinking about her, what she was doing, was she happy and smiling or was she in pain, crying on the floor from a migraine and he was nowhere close to help her. It took an obscene amount of restraint in order for him to not call her every other minute just to hear her voice over the phone.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear his lawyer answer the phone.
"Hello?"
Fit snapped back to reality.
"Hey Tim, I was just calling to find out if the papers were ready?"
"Actually, I was just gonna have Sarah fax them over to you. Give me a moment, I'll call you once we send them."
"Sure, take your time."
That really meant 'hurry up'.
Within a couple minutes Lauren brought him the papers and Tim called back like he said he would. Fitz went over the paperwork again, just to make sure all the propositions were exactly as he wanted them, then he went about his day as planned, trying to get as much work done because after all, he'd just been on a three week vacation. He was going to have a talk with her a little later in the afternoon. He knew as soon as he told Mellie, she was going to run to Cyrus and Cyrus was going to run the big Gerry and then all three of them would gang up on him but he was prepared for that. At around 2, he went up to the residence to speak with Mellie. She wasn't in the master bedroom, he had one of the aides search for her and bring her back to the master. It took about 10 minutes of waiting in the bedroom before she appeared.
"You summoned me?" she said as she walked in.
Whatever sympathy she had for him over the shooting had disappeared when he came home from the hospital.
"I didn't summon you Mel, I just asked you to talk."
"What's up Hun?"
Fitz handed her the paperwork.
"You can't talk me out of it this time Mellie, I'd like this to be as amiable as possible."
Mellie flipped through a few pages, not completely reading through but skimming.
"Not this again," she said apathetically.
"The thing about almost dying is that you realize that certain things just aren't worth it, this marriage is one of those things, I'm not gonna do it anymore."
"Fitz, I'm not signing this."
"Why not, I think I've been more than fair, 50% of my personal wealth, which is very generous because that was not in the prenup. According to the prenup you should get 10% but I want this over so I'll give you 50% and you get visitation of Gerry."
"Please Big Gerry doesn't have that much time left, if I divorce you now what about all the family money, I wouldn't get any of that."
"You wouldn't get any if Gerry died in 10 minutes whether we are married or not."
"This is crazy, you are still dealing with ptsd from being shot and you are not thinking rationally. I'll talk to Gerry about this, he can talk some sense into you."
"Do not involve my father in this, you are married to me not him. You will sign those papers Mellie because I'm serious when I say I'm done with this marriage!"
Fitz tried not to raise his voice but it happened anyway.
Mellie stormed off.
"I'm telling Gerry!"
"Yeah, you do that."
Mellie found an empty bedroom down the hall and pulled out her cell and dialed Gerry. It almost went to voicemail before Gerry picked up.
"Millicent, what do you want?"
"I need you to talk to your son, he's talking about this divorce again."
Gerry sighed.
"What do you want me to do Mellie? Ignore him, he'll stop."
"He had divorce papers drafted and everything, he's serious."
"Maybe if you'd blow him every once in a blue moon, he wouldn't be so hung up on getting a divorce."
"He made it clear years ago that he didn't want me and you know what I don't want him but I'm not getting a divorce."
"Fine, I'll take care of him just ugh - just don't call me again."
Mellie hung up on him, she couldn't stand Gerry but he was the only one who could get through to Fitz sometimes.
Fitz stood outside the door and listened to Mellie rant on the phone with Gerry about the divorce, when she hung up, he walked swiftly to the kitchen to pick up his food and headed back to the oval.
He dialed Olivia as soon as he sat in his chair. She picked up in the second ring.
"I thought I scared you off?" she said with a chuckle.
"I don't scare easily, Dr. Pope."
"Your total is $1897.26, will you be paying cash or credit?"
"Credit," Olivia answered.
"Who is that? What are you doing?"
"Well after being on a conference call for about 4 hours, I decided to go do a little shopping, to clear my head but also I went to buy lunch."
"That's very normal of you," he teased.
"By the way, I know you carried me to my bed last night, I'm not happy you did that. In your condition, you could have pulled a muscle or worse."
"My condition? You are the one who said I'm healing nicely."
"Yes, if you take it easy and not strain yourself?"
"Please, what do you think would've happened last night if we didn't stop. I think that would've called for a little exertion on my part?"
"I was waiting for you to bring that up... last night I was extremely careless and showed poor judgement, I don't think I can continue to be your doctor."
She waited on his reaction.
He didn't speak for a while, but she knew he was on the line because she could hear the slow deep breaths he was taking.
"I'll talk to you later."
He hung up immediately.
Later than night, he came earlier than usual at 8:30. She wondered if he was being careful about coming and going because the last thing they needed was to get caught even though they would probably just lie and say he was coming for a check up.
He had the most irate look on his face.
"What do you mean you can't be my doctor anymore?"
He didn't wait until he was in the apartment to begin. She opened the door wider so he could come in.
He was about to step on her carpet with his shoes on.
"Shoes-"
Fitz looked her straight in the eye and stepped on her carpet with his shoes on.
Olivia gasped.
"You didn't?"
"I did."
He paused.
"Why are you leaving me?"
"You didn't let me finish earlier, you wanted to be dramatic and hang up on me."
"So what did you mean?"
"I was going to say, I am going to quit being your doctor but that doesn't mean I don't want to see you anymore."
"It doesn't?"
She could see the smile slowly tug on his lips, he looked relieved.
"Of course not."
He quickly slipped off his shoes and put them by the door.
"Sorry about that, I'll buy you a new rug," he said with a mischievous smile.
"You can be so immature sometimes, it's unbelievable. Why did you think I was leaving?"
"You said, 'I showed poor judgment and I can't be your doctor anymore.' I thought that meant you were leaving me because of what happened last night."
"I did show poor judgement, you were shot multiple times less than a month ago and if I hadn't caught myself, we would have had sex and there would have been so many things wrong with that."
"Like what?"
"Well, I'm your doctor, It's a little unethical to sleep with your patient, let alone one who hasn't even completely healed as yet, also, aren't you married? Not that I care about your marriage but I think the ring on your finger calls for a little pause."
"You were the one who flashed me."
She laughed and covered her face shyly.
"Look I'm gonna be honest with you, this is all new for me. I've never been this infatuated with someone. If you had met me a couple years ago, I was the most stiff neck, boring, apathetic, inexpressive know it all, you could have ever met. I did everything my father told me without question, not because I wanted to but because life was just easier when I did. I was an experiment my entire childhood so I never did the things normal kids did, I never had friends or partied or did anything remotely social or fun. I didn't even lose my virginity until I was 23. Can you imagine?"
"Actually, I can't," he teased just to lighten the mood.
She slapped his arm.
"Shut up."
He chuckled.
"I'm telling you this because, well, I like you. You're funny and fun and smart even though you act like a real idiot sometimes, and let's keep in mind that I known you for a week so imagine all the stupid shit you're gonna do in the future."
"You know me so well."
"You're also married. Last night felt good, it felt more than good, it was amazing but we can't let it get that far again, not while you're married."
"About my marriage…" he began.
"What? Let me guess, you two rekindled your romance novel like love?" she teased.
"Funny but no, I actually gave her the divorce papers today."
Olivia took a few moments to think then asked him the first thought that would pop into any woman's head had they been in her situation.
"Did you do it because of me?"
"I don't wanna tell you anything that will scare you off ."
"I don't scare easily?"
He chuckled and sat on the couch and motioned for her to join him.
She followed over and sat facing him with her legs folded.
"You're amazing, the second I saw you everything changed for me. I want to be with you but I don't want to be married when I do it, I think you're too amazing for that."
Olivia blushed.
"So you did do it for me?"
"I plead the fifth."
"Do you think we're moving too fast?" she asked.
"Does it feel like we are?"
"No, I feel like we've known each other for years. Everything about you feels right."
"There you go again, the sexual innuendos, you say I need to work in my impulse control but really, I think you probably should too," he teased
"I don't, I think everything through whether it's good or bad."
"Really and last night when you flashed me your perfect tits did you think that through?"
"I didn't think you'd make me that horny. I thought I'd show you and you'd say great tits and we'd move on."
Fitz smirked.
"How horny did I make you?"
"Let's just say that a certain fluid was dripping down my thigh and it wasn't urine."
Fitz fell back on the couch from laughing so hard.
"Livie we have to work on your sexy talk okay."
"Shut up I did that on purpose, bet you aren't thinking about sex now are you?"
Fitz wiped his eye.
"Would it be gross if I still was?" he said with a chuckle.
She playfully shoved him.
"If we are going to stay out of each other's privates we need to have a strict no sex talk rule, at least until you are divorced."
"Let me warn you, Mellie's gonna drag her feet, can you keep your hands off this hot stuff for that long."
"Can you keep your hands off of me, After last night, I don't know if you can." She teased.
He stretched his hand out for a handshake.
"Strictly friends until my divorce is final, once I'm divorced then.."
Her insides trembled at the thought.
"Deal," she agreed.
They sealed it with a handshake.
"So what do we do now, just sit here and try not to have sex?" he asked.
"I suppose."
They were silent for a while.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"I have you up against the wall, over there. You're scratching up my back and screaming my name," he pointed.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm blowing you over there " she pointed.
"Like seriously deepthroating you and I'm not gagging either. I maintaining eye contact the entire time because I am that good and you're begging me to take it easy on you because you don't wanna come too quickly."
She shuddered as she tried to shake the images out of her head.
Fitz reached over and covered her mouth with his hand before she could say anything else.
"Seriously Olivia? You're killing me."
He looked down at his growing erection.
He could tell that she was laughing, he let her go.
"I'm sorry, you started it."
Then she got an idea.
"Let's play a game."
"Oh no you don't."
"Calm down, it's a karaoke game, I bought the app earlier."
"Okay that sounds tame."
She grabbed her phone and small wireless speaker she bought earlier. She connected it and then turned around to face Fitz.
"Would you like to go first?"
"No mic?"
"This is makeshift okay."
She looked around and found the remote.
"Pretend this is your mic."
He smiled and got up.
"Let me warn you, I'm no lightweight."
"Shut up, instead of the entire song, let's do it verse by verse, makes it more fun."
"Okay, what's my song?"
Olivia checked her phone.
"Hips don't lie by shakira."
"Of course."
"Shush, I'm gonna start it."
Olivia pressed play and waited for the song to start.
Once the intro played Fitz started swaying his hips like a belly dancer.
"never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama
Bonita
Mi casa (Shakira Shakira)"
Olivia was on the floor laughing.
"You win, you win," she said in between laughs.
"Nope, your turn."
He handed her the impromptu mic.
"Play that funky music white boy," Olivia said as she walked to the middle of the carpet.
Fitz rolled his eyes and pressed play.
"Your song is 'fuck the police' by N.W.A. - whoa what kind of karaoke game is this?"
"A funny one," Olivia chuckled.
"Can I skip this one?"
Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Don't be a pussy. Play my record."
"Okay but if Tom and Hal come in here and beat our asses, mostly yours, then don't say anything."
She laughed.
"Fine change it."
He skip the song.
"Hit them up by tupac, well that's not better."
"It's hit 'em' up Fitz."
He smiled and pressed play.
"First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin to see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches"
"Potty potty mouth Livie. I love the hand movements, very rapper like." he teased.
"I'm from the streets."
"You're from the upper west side, calm down."
She laughed and walked over and sat in his lap.
"We are a mess, you know that right?"
"That's what makes it fun," he said as she kissed her bare shoulder.
"I don't know if I've ever told you how breathtakingly beautiful you are."
She blushed.
"You could stand to mention it more," she teased.
She leaned back and he wrapped his arms around her.
"How does your chest feel?"
"Baby I'm fine, don't worry, I feel great."
"You called me baby," she said sheepishly.
"You are my baby," he chuckled.
"Well, your baby is leaving tomorrow morning, bright and early for California."
"Don't remind me, I'm gonna miss you too much," he whined.
"Call me everyday and every night."
He kissed her bare shoulder again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
He kissed up the ledge of her shoulder until he reached her crook of her neck. He peppered kisses up her neck, each time letting his lips linger and tasting her skin with his tongue.
"Fitz-"
He reached under her shirt and cupped her breasts. He tenderly rubbed his thumbs over her erect nipples.
"You're breaking the rules baby," she whispered softly against his skin. She was ravenous for him and couldn't quell the aching for him that dwelled between her thighs
"Not yet."
He continued caressing her nipple tenderly. He listened to her pant softly as he kissed and licked her neck.
She could feel his erection, she grind softly on him and gasped when he pinched her nipples in response.
"Kiss me."
He pulled his arms from under her shirt and turned her around so she was straddling him. She cupped his cheeks with her hands, she could feels Fitz's hands planted firmly on her ass.
She was about to lean in and kiss him when her phone rang breaking her from the trance she was put in. It wasn't her work cell or else she would have ignored it, it was her personal cell. He could see her still debating whether or not to answer.
"Answer it."
She looked at him and smiled then leaned over and grabbed it from the coffee table and answered. She didn't recognize the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Liv, it's Abby."
"Hey Abby, why aren't you calling me from your phone?"
"I'm at the hospital, Paul attacked me."
"He did what?"
She got up from on top of Fitz.
"What happened? Tell me everything."
"No, It's embarrassing."
"Abigail Lucretia Whelan! Start talking."
"Don't let anyone hear you, you know how much I hate my middle name."
"Then start talking Lucretia."
She could hear Abby sigh.
"He came over and I wasn't in the mood tonight, he'd been getting a little aggressive and I couldn't be bothered. I told him no but he didn't care, I tried to fight him off, I hit him with your vase on the coffee table in the living room, I thought it would knocked him out but it didn't, he punched me and knocked me out, I woke up on the floor uhm don't get mad but he stole your diamond necklace and he took the keys to your car and apartment."
"He took the keys to my apartment and car?"
"He did but I don't think he knows where I parked it."
"Did you call the cops?"
"I did but I only told them about the car and apartment, the other stuff is too embarrassing. I'm really sorry Liv, I know how expensive that necklace was and your car, I'm so sorry."
"Abby, it's not your fault. That's stuff is all material things they're replaceable but you aren't, how do you feel?"
"They said as long as I ice my jaw, I'll be fine."
"Okay, It's 10:30, I'm gonna see if I can get on a plane within the next couple of hours. I can't stay long, I have to get to California in the morning."
"Thank you Liv, I'm really sorry about this."
"Abby stop apologizing, it's not your fault. I'll be there soon, don't go back to the apartment, use my emergency credit card and check into a hotel or something."
"Okay."
Olivia hung up.
"What happened?"
"You remember the guy my best friend was having sex with when we were on the phone?"
"Yeah."
"He attacked her, stole the keys to my apartment and car and took my diamond necklace."
"Why did he attack her?"
"She didn't want to have sex and he attacked her."
"That's awful."
"Yep, I'm sorry I'm gonna have to leave sooner than I planned."
"No, it's okay, actually I couldn't help but overhear that you needed a ride to New York."
"Yea?"
"Take the family jet, it's here in DC. It'll get you there quicker."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, I'll drop you to the air strip."
"Thank you. Let me grab a few things."
"Okay sure, I'll get jet ready, let me call the pilot."
Olivia didn't pack clothes since she would have to stop by her apartment, she just grabbed all the documents necessary for the California trip.
She was ready in 15 minutes, after throwing on some jeans and a t shirt.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yeah."
They headed down to Fitz's car. Once they both got in, Tom took off.
Olivia snuggled up into Fitz's side.
"I'm really sorry about what happened to your friend."
"I think she'll be alright, I think she's more worried about my necklace and car than she actually is worried about her injuries."
"Well what kind of car was it?"
"A Mercedes sls amg convertible."
Fitz leaned up.
"That's a $250,000 car Olivia."
"I know, you should hear how the engine roars," she said with a wicked smile.
"Why would you buy a car that expensive?"
"I didn't buy it, it was a gift."
"From who, Jesus?"
She laughed.
"No, from a patient."
"Which patient?" Fitz asked skeptically.
"A Russian billionaire, I performed stem cell procedure and made him walk again so he gave me 20 million dollars and a car."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah."
"That's crazy, you charged him 20 mill?"
"I didn't charge him 20 mill, he gifted me 20 mill. It turns out that when people think they'll be paralyzed forever but you make them walk again, they're very grateful."
"What about the necklace? How much is that worth? Was it a gift as well."
"The necklace is worth millions, it was a gift from a guy I used to date."
"What guy?"
"Daniel Benancourt."
"I've heard that name before."
"Yea, he runs a French accelerator lab."
Then Fitz realized.
"Baron Daniel Benancourt? That scientist from France, isn't he related to royalty or something?"
"Yeah."
"And you used to date him?"
"I did, why are you making such a big deal about this?"
"Have you seen that guy, I'd date him," Fitz laughed.
"Well, he's got nothing on you."
She looked down to his crotch and then back up.
"Absolutely nothing."
She paused, eager to finish what she had started earlier.
"Now if I remember correctly (and I think I do) we were in the middle of something earlier."
"Are you sure, I remember your sucky karaoke game, I don't remember much else, now if you could remind me, that would be-"
Olivia didn't wait for him to finish. She bit his bottom lip. Fitz pulled her on top of him so she was straddling him and fastened his hands tightly around her waist.
He kissed him again, softly, barely letting their lips touch, teasing him with her aura.
Fitz reached up a held her face and tenderly kissed her. He started off soft and slow and then worked his way in. His tongue danced with hers as they tasted each other's essence. Olivia closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his tongue in her mouth. He kissed her in a way that made her forget about everything and anything that wasn't there with them in that moment. He was the only person that existed right there and then. She had never felt anything like it, a connection to person so strong that whenever he touched her, it felt like the world stopped spinning. She salivated in between her slit as he drove his tongue in and out of her mouth.
Before she knew it the car came to a stop. They had arrived at the airstrip. Olivia still clinged on to Fitz, their lips still touched as they both tried to catch their breath. She didn't want to let go of him, what felt like only a few minutes had really been almost an hour.
"Be safe," she could hear him whisper.
She kissed him.
"Think positive. Tomorrow's important."
Fitz had to give a joint session speech.
Fitz kissed her.
"Good luck on your surgery, you'll do great."
She blushed.
"Thanks."
She finally broke away.
Fitz opened the door and she climb off of him and hopped out. He got out behind her.
"Let me walk you to the plane."